that he craved it more than air. At the touch of her lips a renewed strength poured through him, lighting his blood on fire. Then one of her hands came up and slid behind his neck, another over her shoulders, and she broke his braced-arm position and dragged him down to her body, so they were fused together, inch by perfect inch.
Nicki ran her hands down his back, pressing the heels of her hands into his muscles until her fingers reached the curve of his ass. She panned her hands wide and pulled him in as she surged forward, actively stroking him with her body, her hand, her mouth all at once. The combination of pressures built within him an impossible force, and he grit his teeth to maintain his concentration. He was not going to give up this sensual assault anytime soon, not even for the unbearable pleasure he knew that release would afford him.
Then Nicki was pushing against him, her leg lifting to brace against the bed. “Roll over, you big ox,” she muttered and he did so willingly, their bodies separating for a head-clearing moment until she was on top of him again, her legs straddling his hips, her hands on his chest as her breasts swayed forward, tantalizingly out of reach. She didn’t give him much chance to recover as she positioned herself over him, her toned legs taut as she took him into her body again, only a bare inch, then slid free.
“Nicki,” Stefan growled.
“What, you don’t like to play?” she teased. “All that racing we’ve done, the swim competition, the climbing—you can’t tell me that’s true.”
As she spoke she dropped down further over him, her abs knotting to hold her position for a bare moment before she slid up to the tip of his shaft again.
Stefan glared at her as she continued the sensual assault, sliding up and down with a disruptive rhythm, clearly enjoying herself as she teased him. All the while her efforts had the exact opposite of what he was sure she intended. She wasn’t slowing him down, not at all. She was driving him to a fevered pitch.
“Nicki,” he managed and she finally sank home, clenching around him as she swayed forward.
“Better?” she asked, and he grimaced, but his gaze was filled with her. Her beautiful red gold hair cascaded around her shoulders. Her hands were positioned on his chest to frame her small, rounded breasts. Her face now angled down as well, her eyes lidded, her mouth slightly open as she rocked into him, focusing intently on his face.
Stefan pulsed up to meet her. Her breasts swayed into reach, and he leaned up, drifting his mouth across one soft globe as Nicki sighed. His hand came up and around her back, anchoring her to him, giving him greater access to one, then the other breast. He leaned back and drew her down closer, drawing her face to his as he settled back on the pillows.
“Kiss me,” he whispered again, and she smiled, the pressure of her driving down on his cock an intense counterpoint to her soft expression.
“Okay,” she said quietly. The touch of her on his lips sent him spiraling upward faster than he would have expected, and though Nicki pulled away, he found himself already at the brink. She seemed to realize it too, because her movements became steadier, more intense, and her eyes were bright as she focused on his face.
A tide surged within Stefan, and he fixed on her face as well, wanting to memorize every detail, every nuance, as if all of this might be a dream that he was on the verge of waking up from, and he couldn’t bear to let it end.
When he reached his climax he nearly shouted, an almost soundless battle cry, but it reverberated through Nicki and into the air around them, joining them together note for note, pulse for pulse. Nicki rode out his orgasm, her hands tight on his chest, her gaze intent, and there was no denying the smile that spread across her face as she watched him lose control. Then she was the one rolling off him, and grabbing the towel from the nightstand she tossed it his way
Nicki ran her hands down his back, pressing the heels of her hands into his muscles until her fingers reached the curve of his ass. She panned her hands wide and pulled him in as she surged forward, actively stroking him with her body, her hand, her mouth all at once. The combination of pressures built within him an impossible force, and he grit his teeth to maintain his concentration. He was not going to give up this sensual assault anytime soon, not even for the unbearable pleasure he knew that release would afford him.
Then Nicki was pushing against him, her leg lifting to brace against the bed. “Roll over, you big ox,” she muttered and he did so willingly, their bodies separating for a head-clearing moment until she was on top of him again, her legs straddling his hips, her hands on his chest as her breasts swayed forward, tantalizingly out of reach. She didn’t give him much chance to recover as she positioned herself over him, her toned legs taut as she took him into her body again, only a bare inch, then slid free.
“Nicki,” Stefan growled.
“What, you don’t like to play?” she teased. “All that racing we’ve done, the swim competition, the climbing—you can’t tell me that’s true.”
As she spoke she dropped down further over him, her abs knotting to hold her position for a bare moment before she slid up to the tip of his shaft again.
Stefan glared at her as she continued the sensual assault, sliding up and down with a disruptive rhythm, clearly enjoying herself as she teased him. All the while her efforts had the exact opposite of what he was sure she intended. She wasn’t slowing him down, not at all. She was driving him to a fevered pitch.
“Nicki,” he managed and she finally sank home, clenching around him as she swayed forward.
“Better?” she asked, and he grimaced, but his gaze was filled with her. Her beautiful red gold hair cascaded around her shoulders. Her hands were positioned on his chest to frame her small, rounded breasts. Her face now angled down as well, her eyes lidded, her mouth slightly open as she rocked into him, focusing intently on his face.
Stefan pulsed up to meet her. Her breasts swayed into reach, and he leaned up, drifting his mouth across one soft globe as Nicki sighed. His hand came up and around her back, anchoring her to him, giving him greater access to one, then the other breast. He leaned back and drew her down closer, drawing her face to his as he settled back on the pillows.
“Kiss me,” he whispered again, and she smiled, the pressure of her driving down on his cock an intense counterpoint to her soft expression.
“Okay,” she said quietly. The touch of her on his lips sent him spiraling upward faster than he would have expected, and though Nicki pulled away, he found himself already at the brink. She seemed to realize it too, because her movements became steadier, more intense, and her eyes were bright as she focused on his face.
A tide surged within Stefan, and he fixed on her face as well, wanting to memorize every detail, every nuance, as if all of this might be a dream that he was on the verge of waking up from, and he couldn’t bear to let it end.
When he reached his climax he nearly shouted, an almost soundless battle cry, but it reverberated through Nicki and into the air around them, joining them together note for note, pulse for pulse. Nicki rode out his orgasm, her hands tight on his chest, her gaze intent, and there was no denying the smile that spread across her face as she watched him lose control. Then she was the one rolling off him, and grabbing the towel from the nightstand she tossed it his way
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